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Imagine all the R&B, all
uncertain jazz
imagine their absence
and then the forest floor
the crawl the cicadas waving
at each-other
from twenty cicada feet
then striking their feet
like cavemen with stones
this eerie music
that seldom leaves the nigh
or the forest floor—
Jayant Kashyap (he/him/ecopoet) is the author of two pamphlets and a zine, Water (Skear Zines, 2021). His ecopoetry appears in Magma, Anthropocene, Arc Poetry Magazine and elsewhere.